..*****THE NEXT MORNING...John woke up feeling great. Apparently some of the pleasure from the nightbefore had carried over. He couldn't wait (to esca...e) to do it (never) again.He then saw his (slave-driver) manager walk up to him."You did very well last night. Hew many men do you think you fucked?" Heasked.(Too many) "About 20. I'll do better next time, I promise." (Not if I have myway!) He said."20? What a ridiculously low number! I've got the records right here! You did67 men! I don't think. I wasn'tcapable of grace at this moment.I didn't offer them a drink. "Well?" I said.They looked at each other, then Abigail spoke. "You've no doubt takenpleasure in our banishment from the association. An undeservedpunishment, but we'll deal with that. I suppose some of your friends" -the word sounded unsavory the way she said it - "have explained that youmust agree to our return at the end of a year."I nodded, frowning. They weren't very good at fawning.Catherine spoke now. "Don't expect us to. I told him that my name was Hiram Thomas, and he frowned at that."Hell, Man, the hombre what shot Billy Bob Hooper ain't no Hiram Thomas. Ain't you got a fighting name?"I regretfully told him that I did not, so he asked where I was from. I answered that I was from Twin Oaks, Texas, so he said, "Mister, from now on, you are The Twin Oaks Kid!" I admitted to liking that name, so that was the one I adopted.I had only gotten under $2 from Billy Bob, and I did not think that his gun or knife were. We fucked like crazy…The next day we went again to the car sales room.Ana was wearing a tight top with no bra and the same loose skirt, but no thong at all.When we got to his desk, we quickly got a good agreement for the final prize of the diesel car for my sweet wife. He handed us the keys. Anita stood up, saying there was a few things she still needed to know in the car. Ron could show her.We all got into the car again. I got in the driver’s seat; my sexy wife and Ron got in the back. I drove.